The visit from my father is over. It was really difficult to get through, but it wasn’t impossible. Until the airport and dropping him off. I will get to that in a minute.
The night I went to get him, he arrived around 11:30. We got home after midnight. We chatted some, and then I went to my computer room to hop online. I had the door mostly closed (but not all the way so the kittehs could come in if they wanted), and I was startled the fuck out when he entered without knocking. He said I didn’t have any food. I said I did. He said there was no milk or bread. I said I don’t drink milk any more because of my dairy allergies, and I did have bread–it just wasn’t made of wheat. He half-laughed and repeated that I didn’t have any food. I repeated that I did. I had just gone shopping that day and had plenty of food. He left.
During the night, I heard him get up around two, go to the kitchen, rattle around the fridge, and then return to bed. When I went to bed at 4:30 a.m., the light was still on in his room.
The next morning, I got up around 8 a.m. He told me he had only two hours of sleep because he’d been so hungry. I said that was too bad. He had an appointment in the morning and came back for lunch. Then he started in on me about something, but fortunately, my brother dropped by. My brother is seen as an adult because he’s married, and, quite frankly, because he’s a man. Even when my father is lecturing my brother, he (my father) doesn’t demean him (my brother). Oh, and my father asked my brother to fix a closet door. My brother said, “You didn’t try to fix it yourself, did you?” He and I exchanged conspiring eyerolls and grins because my father is horrible at fixing things. He also has a magnetic field that kills all electrical things, but that’s another story. It was nice to have that moment with my brother to lighten the mood.
Then, after my brother left, my father took a nap because he was ‘so tired after only getting two hours of sleep because he was so hungry’ before going to his afternoon appointment. Then, we went to my bro’s house and to the Olive Garden for dinner. Wouldn’t be my choice, but the kids aren’t very adventurous in their eating–nor is my SIL, actually. Or my father.
So, this is the continuation of Minna’s Adventures in Babysitting. Last night, I went to bed around 1:30 a.m. I optimistically set my alarm for 9:00 a.m. because I had to be out of the house by 9:20 a.m. I fell asleep around 2:00 a.m., which would have given me seven hours if I had made it to the alarm.